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SeaChel Jan 2018
What is it about a stranger
that makes it easier to
p
o

u


r



your heart out?
SeaChel Jan 2018
These bruises and scars on my skin
help me remember,

"Yes,


I am still alive."
SeaChel Jan 2018
His
soft lips
sensuous touch
hands pulling my hair
eyes boring into mine
fingers tickling my ribs
breath on my skin


wasn't yours, darling.






And that's why I couldn't do it.
SeaChel Jan 2018
Countlessly,
I have found myself with the fleeting desire
to be all the people who have replaced me
and those whose memory I was meant to erase.
Though as quickly as I process the thought,
the wish to be who I am not dies
and I am left only feeling shame.

Shame that for even a split second -
I didn't see my worth,
I thought I wasn't good enough,
I compared myself to another.

Although, mainly shame for in that brief moment,
I didn't love myself.
Always working on self-love.
SeaChel Jan 2018
I read far too much

to be considered a conscious part of this world.
SeaChel Jan 2018
When I'm sober, I am completely apathetic,
yet one single drop of alcohol in me
and I start to miss everything we had.
SeaChel Jan 2018
Every evening in the moment where
the late night turns to early morning,
my mind becomes stuck
on the same loop of thoughts.
Over and over again they play,
just like a scratched record
that won't stop repeating itself.
The difference though,
is a record player can be stopped much easier
before the skipping drives one crazy.
These looped thoughts that haunt me
from 2am to 6am without fail,
might just drive me to the brink
of insanity.
"What did I do wrong?"  "Could I have done something differently?"  "I wasn't important enough to acknowledge..  I don't mean anything."  "I'm too much.  I always love too much."  "Yet, no one ever wholeheartedly loves me."  "Nobody will ever genuinely love me without getting sick of me."  "Maybe I'd be desirable if I said things/acted as promiscuous as her." "The pattern just keeps continuing."
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